Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Qatar and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Idris Muhammad to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
LL Cool J,
Neil Young,
Schoolly D,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quando Quango,
B.T. Express,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Magma,
Reuben Wilson,
Monolake,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Coltrane,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Davy DMX,
Dennis Brown,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mojo Men,
MDC,
Marvin Gaye,
Eric Copeland,
Fad Gadget,
Bronski Beat,
Guru Guru,
Franke,
Nick Fraelich,
Stetsasonic,
Livin' Joy,
Joyce Sims,
The Toasters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kaleidoscope,
Sound Behaviour,
Average White Band,
Hoover,
Nik Kershaw,
The Young Rascals,
Metal Thangz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Suicide,
Theoretical Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Tomorrow,
The Happenings,
Susan Cadogan,
John Foxx,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Anthony Braxton,
Letta Mbulu,
The New Christs,
Yaz,
Mr. Review,
Girls At Our Best!,
Masters at Work,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Sherman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.